Since I’ve been spending such a good deal of time lately complaining about the grocery stores here, I thought I’d take a minute and share my idea of the perfect food shopping experience, complements of the riverside Sunday market in Bordeaux: 1. Garlic shrimp grilled to oder. To fortify you before shopping. 2. Plenty of…
A day in the life of a newly pregnant me: Get up early to do new years resolution yoga. Stop halfway through to eat an orange. Lie prone on the couch for a while. Eat breakfast #1. Eat breakfast #2. Shower, feel refreshed, make a to-do list. Finish first item on the list then promptly…
Oh how I wish there really was an actual croissant in my new oven. Because that one up there? I ate it. And I could really use another one. Why? Well, I can tell you it’s not my usual appetite for pastry at work here. There’s something far more serious going on. And franchement, I…
I eat a lot of eggs. Like probably way more than my fair share, to the point that I’m scared to have my cholesterol tested. Sometimes I eat oatmeal with the sole intention of cleaning out my arteries because I’m pretty sure I can feel bits of scrambled yolk clinging to my blood cells. It’s…
Meet my new oven. Well, “new” is probably not the most accurate term. Sure, it’s new to me. But it most definitely looks like it came from someone else’s apartment. Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? Anyway, she was wheeled in this afternoon, as the old pièce de merde was unceremoniously wheeled out (sans…
This past Thursday I went with my French class to see a French film. In French. With no subtitles. It was called Potiche, which I learned is a flower vase, but also means something like trophy wife or wall flower. Don’t worry, I didn’t figure that one out on my own. If it weren’t for…
Do you see that? Isn’t it depressing? And also kind of unfathomable? I mean, it’s not like I live in Seattle or something. But it’s been raining here for a week straight already. And apparently there’s no real end in sight. I know, I know. If I have to be steeping in cold, damp weather,…
I know what you’re thinking: I’ve skipped ahead to Thanksgiving and totally missed the upcoming Halloween festivities! What the hell?! Well, they don’t celebrate Halloween here in France, so I really don’t have anything to report on that front. In fact I’m going to Bordeaux for the holiday, and I plan on dressing up as…
A year ago today I was 3 glasses of pinot noir and one donut deep, spooning my sister on a hospital couch at 3am. My contacts had long been thrown in the trash because I couldn’t shut my eyes for more than 20 seconds without them driving me insane. There may or may not have…
I apologize for the lateness of this post, but I was completely waylaid by a giant bowl of mousse au chocolat. No, really. A chocolate dessert of epic proportions has an incredible way of sinking you into a happy stupor that makes it nearly impossible to get up at a decent hour the next day…
